Turn the other
into an object
that's where
genocide begins.
Manipulations
of the economy machines,
Sweeping labels
capture all,
That's where incarceration
to
slaughter begins.
Rapists
cockroaches
infidels
the unclean.
I put this log
into my woodstove
the pill bugs
scurrying for cover,
I feel a heart felt flicker,
Light the match,
Go upon my day,
Never looking back.
What does it take to treat
people
that way?
Where conscious
loving
living
human beings
transformed
by a look
into
pill bugs scurrying
for cover
with a fire storm,
No one
Every one
knows
is
coming.
Beginning with Expanding Consciousness, this poem is Volume 2 on a world of politics and genocide, one more to go and I'll be returning to other themes. I know, as Samuel Goldwyn said several years ago, if I want to make a movie with a message, I'll send a telegram.
But sometimes you still gotta write a protest song.